I won’t make you cry.You might go to sleep alone, shower alone, eat alone,But I won’t necessarily make you cry, I don’t think.

I’ll treat you better.I might not come home every night,But I’ll generally treat you right.

I won’t purposely hurt you.Unless I’m sweating on top of you.I only inflict pleasuring pain.

I’m not domesticated.If you want security,You should definitely marry him.If you want adrenaline,You should definitely take that off.

I barely think. I like to do.I’d like to do you. Right now. In this hall way. Then send you back upstairs, holding on to your undies.He’ll give you love.I’m incapable of stability.All I’ve got is passion and sensual creativity.

Curiosity led you down the stairs to my doorstep, drenched.

So tell me, sweet lady, what’s a night of pleasure worth to you?

Take off your gown.Put on that fold. Get on your knees and open your mouth.